Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (classic literature books .TXT) 📗

and starting to pump again. A couple of strokes on my shaft and I can’t wait anymore. I jam the condom on as fast as I can, and the tight rim of the condom both makes my cock harder and pulls me back so I might last a few more seconds. I’m already on the edge watching her fuck herself.

“My turn. I’m gonna fill you up with my cock. But you put that vibe on your clit and rub yourself with it. Show me.”

“Yes sir,” Cassie whimpers, opening her eyes as I lift her up higher. It’s dangerous, but I don’t care as I pin her against the warm tile, positioning my cock and thrusting into her soaking pussy to the hilt, holding us both still for a moment to adjust. In the stillness, I can feel the buzz of the vibrator a bit through her pussy lips, and it damn near drives me insane. It’s not like anything I’ve ever done before, and my mind wonders what other things Cassie and I could explore together and how much pleasure we can give each other. I start driving into her, my arms wrapped around her lower back to lift and drop her as I need to so that I can fuck her like I want, like she wants. I watch as she moves the vibe around her clit in tiny circles, but then she dips it down lower and it touches my shaft as I pull out and push in. I shudder and she grins devilishly. “Mmm, you like it too.”

“That’s new—do that again.”

She does, circling her clit and rubbing my shaft with the vibe as we rush toward our orgasms. “We have a lot of exploring to do.”

Cassie whimpers, nodding. “Fuck, Caleb, I’m so close. Please make me come.”

“Hold it right on your clit. Get there, Cass. I can’t stop. Come with me!” I barely get it out before we both yell, falling off the edge together, lost in the buzz of sensations coming from within. It’s more intense than I imagined, and Cassie’s digging her short fingernails into my shoulders as I hold her, impaled deep inside her. Leaning forward, I kiss her tenderly, letting our tongues slip and wrap around each other slowly before pulling out. I slip the condom off and throw it in the bathroom trash. Stepping back in, I shiver. “The hot water is totally gone, but I still need to wash my hair. And maybe you need another sudsing?”

Cassie chuckles and gives me a peck on the lips. “I think we’d never get out of here if you touch me with bubbles again. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m going to sleep like the dead after our day.”Cassie

As I finish up in the bathroom, running a comb through my hair to make sure I don’t end up with a rat’s nest tomorrow, I realize that I don’t hear Caleb. Curious, I quickly finish up before looking at my towel. Oh, to hell with it. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me do . . . well, he’s seen me do almost everything, and I love it. The way he encouraged me, joining in . . . it’s like I’ve found the perfect partner, and I’m starting to wonder if there’s more to it than that.

Walking out to the living room, I see him doing up the buckle of his belt. He’s already got his shirt, and I’m confused. “You’re leaving?”

Caleb looks up, looking both slightly panicked and at the same time, guilty, like a kid who just got caught in the cookie jar and doesn’t know how to react to it. Finally, he shrugs, dropping his hands to his sides. “I figured I’d better get going since you said you were tired.”

His nonchalance seems forced, but it still makes my stomach twist, and I try to cover up my fear. I’m not Mama, I’m not Mama . . . “I thought you might stay. But yeah . . . okay.”

Caleb hears something in my voice and stops, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head as he questions me, “You really want me to stay?”

“If you want. It’s late, and my place is closer to the house anyway.” I try to make it sound casual, like it’s not a big deal. But there’s a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. I want him to stay, but I don’t want him to stay because of me. I want him to want to stay. And now I even sound like Mama. Shit. What happened to keeping it casual? Fuck buddies, no strings, just getting off when we need it? Remember that little statement? Slow your roll, Cassie.

I sigh in my head, knowing that the little voice is just my fear talking, but I’m unable to shut it off. What is wrong with me? I know better than to get tied up with a man who’ll leave. Enjoy it while they’re here.

My heart does a little leap, though, as Caleb wordlessly pulls his shirt off and drops his jeans in answer, and follows me down the hall. When we get back to my bedroom, he pulls off his t-shirt, making my heart leap again. Pulling back the covers, we lie down, him on his back with my head on his chest. He mindlessly plays with my hair, twirling it around a finger and then letting it unfurl as his breath evens out. We’re almost asleep when it slips out. I can’t help myself.

“Tell me about her.”

Caleb stiffens, his hand immediately freezing in my hair. “What? Tell you about whom?”

I shift a little so I can look him in the eyes, concerned that I might be opening the one can of worms that could tear us apart, not just as bedmates but as friends too. “The one who gave you the Fuck You t-shirt. I forget her name, but I know you said something. What happened?”

Caleb licks his lips, blinking as his mind pulls